Buying a Mate (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 8) Read Online Free PDF Page B

gotten under her guard and claimed the treasure of her heart for his own.
    Sure, she might be his true mate but she was human. Which meant she could walk away anytime she chose, leaving him bound to her eternally but unable to do jackshit about it. Once a dragon found his mate that was it. One woman, for eternity.
    And his only wanted him for a year.
    Running a hand through his hair, he thought fast. He needed a plan. Something. Anything.
    His dragon took over and shoved him through the door to meet her spear-like gaze. Plans were for pussies.
    “True mate?” she whispered.
    He gave her a long and hard look, daring her to argue with him. “Yeah. And? You got a problem with that?”
    She pressed a button on the phone and slid from the bed, dropping the device as she padded toward him. She stood in front of him, all pretty curves and softness. That alone took courage, especially with the smoke of his dragon’s anger swirling around him.
    “Careful, River,” he warned as she reached for him, his voice low with the beast inside. The beast who ached to claim her as his own. And he wasn’t only talking about his dragon. His human side was just as dangerous, perhaps more so. “You need to give me time to calm down, or we play this my way.”
    Her hand stopped mid-way to his chest, her eyes wide and dark. With fear or excitement, he couldn’t tell, not with his senses all keyed into anger and darkness. Their gazes locked, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak, the need to tumble her to the bed and take what he wanted almost overwhelming him. But he couldn’t—wouldn’t. She was his true mate but she wasn’t his yet. Only an asshole just took, and while Taron knew he could be a dick, he wasn’t an asshole.
    “True mate?” Her hand moved. Brushed his chest.
    He felt the burn of her touch right through his clothing and into his soul. Heat flared out from within and his tank top was history, burnt to a cinder as his scales rippled over his skin. An accident, honestly...nothing to do with the fact he wanted nothing between her touch and his skin.
    “Yes,” he snarled. Confirming his words once more. “Mine. Forever.”
    She jumped, but didn’t move her hand. Drawn by a force greater than himself, he edged closer. This near, he realized how tiny she was. Her head barely reached his shoulder. Reaching out a finger, he tucked it under her chin and made her look up at him.
    “You want to play this my way, River?” He couldn’t help the deepness of his dragon in his voice or the smoke that curled around them. The stuff seeped off his pores to wrap around her, his feral nature trying to ensnare her any way it could.
    “Because if you don’t stop touching me right now, I’m going to lay you down on this bed until not just your neighbors but this entire block knows my name. Are we clear?”
    Her eyes widened even farther and she swallowed. Her hand trembled and her dark eyes filled with a shy heat that almost brought him to his knees. “Yes. Just—”
    “No ‘justs’...” he couldn’t help the small snarl as he grabbed her hand and held it captive as he lifted it from his chest. How was a man supposed to focus with her touching him like that? “Whether we end up on that bed now or later, we will get there. You’re mine, River. Deal with it.”
    It was a douche-bag comment and he knew it, but right now he didn’t care. Couldn’t care. All he thought about was tumbling her back on the soft surface behind her and finishing what they’d started in the hall.
    She tugged on his hand and he thought she was trying to get away from him. With a snarl he yanked her closer, letting go of her hand to drive his into her hair. His lips crashed down over hers and he kissed her like there was no tomorrow. He’d put everything he had into it to sway her into accepting him before she could think and push him away. Need and passion rode him hard and he swept his tongue against the closed seams of her lips. A demand for her